Page 26 of The Best Friend Problem
“Finn was never in a frat.”
“Yeah, but he was in you. Last night. Heigh-oh!”
No one high-fived Mo, so she raised her other hand and slapped fives herself.
“My humor is so underappreciated around you two.”
“Can we just move on from this, please? I don’t even know why I brought it up. Let’s just get to work.”
Lilly glanced over at her and tilted her head. “Why don’t you go grab a quick shower and change of clothes? When you’re done, you can meet us downstairs and we’ll go over the Marlowe-Hillard wedding. They finally decided on a venue, so they’ll be sending us a deposit check soon.”
Pru breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness for Lilly who was always ready to put off emotional stuff and dive into work. Work would distract her from whatever weirdness was going on between her and Finn right now.
After the venue was set, things tended to take off pretty quickly from there. The Marlowe-Hillard wedding wasn’t for another eight months, but things in Denver tended to book up fast. The couple was smart to lock down their location now.
It was time to work. She couldn’t ruminate on last night’s drunken escapades, no matter how good they’d been. Her mind drifted to last night. And the way Finn had seemed to know what she wanted, what she needed, even before she had.
How?
Had their years of friendship formed a connection that spanned into the bedroom or was he just that good?
Ugh. She had to stop thinking about it. It was over. Done. A nice memory to bring out on a cold, lonely night, but not one to analyze to death.
It happened and it was over. Their friendship remained. Last night would soon be nothing but a pleasant memory for them both. It had no lasting effects.
None at all.
Chapter Six
“Prudence C.?”
Pru looked up from the puzzle blaster game she’d been playing on her phone to the nurse calling her name. This was it. Today was the day. Well, not the day, but the important first step day. Over the past week, she’d been working with her roommates on their upcoming winter weddings, and at night she’d narrowed down her pro and con list to one winning donor.
I’m the one who’s really winning.
Because she was on track to get her baby. Hopefully. If everything worked out. Today she was here to have some blood work done and get her hormone levels checked.
“Come on back.”
The nurse smiled as Pru rose from her seat and moved through the waiting room door into the back where the exam rooms were located.
“Okay, Prudence, I’m just going to need weight and a urine sample, then we can head into the room.”
After stepping on the scale and taking a moment in the small bathroom to pee in a cup, Pru followed the nurse into an exam room where she had her temperature and blood pressure taken. Next, she was sent to the phlebotomist to have her blood drawn and finally, back into the exam room to wait for her doctor. All the while, her heart raced. It was happening—she was on her way to becoming a mommy. She knew there might be hurdles and failures ahead, but right now the excitement outweighed any impending disappointment.
She sat on the high exam table, the crinkle of the sterile paper filling the quiet room with each tiny movement she made. Plans and dreams came to life in her head as she stared at the various posters displaying the female reproductive system, with the sharp sting of antiseptic and cleaner assailing her nostrils with each anticipatory breath.
A light tap sounded on the door.
This was it! Her journey was about to begin.
“Come in.”
The door opened and Dr. Richardson stepped through. The middle-aged woman smiled.
“How are you today, Prudence?”
She smiled back at the doctor helping her achieve her dreams. “I’m fine, thank you.”
